It's nothing personal to do with the person or anything. I like people - most times. I collect specimens and then I call them my friends. Every one of my FB friends are specimens worth collecting because I like them, they're weird, or just "special" - except one of them who's only on there for me to keep track of and because I have a high tolerance to idiots. :P Most don't know this of course *everyone de-friends me*. D:
No, correction, I hate buying gifts for someones birthday. I'll tell you through the example of today's ordeal:
Today I decided (or rather, had to) leave my lair today and shop around for a birthday gift to give tomorrow. For those of you who don't know me that well, I ABSOLUTELY SUCK at giving gifts (and I'm also an impulse buyer so now I have some Pringles *onom nom nom*). Mainly because something that I think is cool, is not actually cool to other people. For example, I wanted a pillow shaped like a floppy disc. How many people do you know want a pillow shaped like a floppy disc?!
On another note, I ended up getting that beloved pillow for my birthday from the guy who I'm currently buying birthday presents for! See how good he is at choosing gifts? CURSE YOU! May you never breed, or else you'll have children who are awesome at giving gifts making all the future mini-Leanne clones suffer (because let's face it, I'm not going to breed ;_;)!
You know what really drives me insane? A lot of things... But what I'm only going to talk about one: when you ask the birthday boy/girl what they'd like and they say they don't want anything. What does that even mean? From now on, I DEMAND people make a birthday list of things they want or else I'll err... blog about you? *weak Leanne, very weak* SHUT UP, stupid voice in my head who somehow manges to type.
Anyways the point is, I'm going to end up buying you something so just tell me what you want (as long as it's in my price range - come on I'm Asian). Greedy people who demand their "friends" buy them a $400 straightener should be shot. :)
In conclusion, I ended up buying a mystery gift (which I find totally awesome but he probably won't), money (to make up for the disappointment of the mystery gift) and a card (expensive because I can).
The card is what's going to kill me! D: Have you ever read a letter/card that was soo emotional that it makes you want to throw up? Yeah, I pretty much invented those. Some people are emotional drunks, some people are emotional-card-writers. I'm trying to stop it from being too sugary sweet but it just ends up sounding insensitive. Oh how I wish I could simply sign my name and be done with it!
The ONLY thing worse than having to buy someone else a gift is planning your own birthday *shudder*. I mean the party in itself is fun but every year I say to myself "Okay, I'm actually going to plan a party this year" but when my birthday comes around: "Meh. Too much work, would rather be anti-social at home". Of course I couldn't do that last year because some of my best friends arranged a really cool surprise party (which made me feel guilty for not planning something myself). Hence, this year I swear to plan something - even if it is just a little dinner with close friends. :)
Now that all my readers know of my pledge of birthday-party-planning, you have the right to hurt me inhumanely if I don't. Yay for torture!
Weird fetishes.
Okay I know being scared of people with a foot fetish or some other gross body part is normal. But the WEIRDEST, SCARIEST fetish I've ever encountered is: The Asian Fetish. *cue dramatic music*
Allow me to start by saying... WHYYYY? Seriously why? Are you completely insane? Do you know what Asian females are like? ME! They're like ME (appearance-wise not personality, luckily no one has my personality)!
Whenever some guy comes up to me and says "I like Asian women", the only circumstances in which this could happen are:
1. He's psychotic
2. He's lying
3. He's trying to get into my pants -hah, I can dream right?-
4. He's drunk or under the influence of other drugs
5. Trying to recruit me into a brothel.
It's weird. But then again, judging by the fact but my dream guy would be a red head from Scotland who rides a green motorbike and has a big forehead, I'm not a good person to ask about weirdness.
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